He said calmly and decisively: "Hou Xianji is so easy to kill, he has been killed a long time ago. Moreover, every time he goes to kill, he is killed by him, which becomes his qualifications for promotion. It is already rare for you to be able to retreat!"
Chu Li shook his head and said: "Such a scourge must be eliminated, otherwise I don't know how many innocent people will be killed. He not only eats the brains of the people who killed him, but also eats human brains regularly."
"...Okay." He said in a deep voice, "We will mobilize manpower to investigate."
Chu Li paid tithes, turned around and exited the monastery.
He returned to his courtyard, sat down at the stone table, brewed a pot of tea and tasted it slowly. He carefully recalled the previous meeting with Hou Xianji, recalled the fate of Hou Xianji and his every move, and wanted to find out what he had learned from it.
A little clue.
Hou Xianji had a treasure in his body to cover his energy, and his supernatural power, which was all over the sky and the earth, could not find him. However, this treasure could not cover his clairvoyance, and he could clearly see his fate and know his past experiences.
Hou Xianji indeed possesses a secret skill, which was passed down by chance and is called the art of controlling spirits.
By taking human brains, the spirit control technique can enhance their mental strength and their ability to control the spirit. Later, the spirit control technique reaches a sufficient level, and it can kill people with just one look without even requiring martial arts.
Unfortunately, this technique is difficult to practice and requires too much talent. Those with insufficient talent can only strengthen their spirits through acquired benefits. Taking human brains through the unique method of controlling spirits is the best way.
Hou Xianji resisted at first and did not want to practice this spirit-controlling technique. However, he later fell into a desperate situation and was forced to kill the people in desperate situations and take human brains. As a result, his cultivation level suddenly improved and he was able to escape from the desperate situation.
This time he took the human brain, which suddenly made him stand out from the crowd of ordinary talents among his peers.
He couldn't extricate himself from the feeling of being noticed and admired, so he continued to take human brains unknowingly, his cultivation became stronger and stronger, and his spirit became more tyrannical.
At the beginning, he only killed evil people and did not offend good people. He felt that he was doing justice for heaven and he was going to die anyway. No matter how he died, he would die. It was natural for him to eat his brain before he died.
But later on, his desire for human brains became more and more uncontrollable. Relatively speaking, evil people were harder to kill and good people were easier to obtain. Therefore, he unknowingly blurred the boundaries between good and evil people, killing people and eating brains whenever necessary.
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There is no airtight wall in the world. Even if he tries to be secretive, the biggest secret will still be discovered.
The Qitian Sect sent people to hunt him down. After he escaped safely, he used the magic of controlling spirits to change his appearance and lived a carefree life. He was hunted down several times, but he did it deliberately.
In order to break through the bottleneck, one needs to use the brains of top experts. Once he breaks through the bottleneck, he will change his appearance again and blend into the secular crowd, just like a tree entering the woods, making it difficult to be found.
He lived such a carefree life, alone, without worries, and finally died.
Chu Li had seen his fate and could only lament that the world was unkind.
It is a great irony that a demon like Hou Xianji was not killed and lived peacefully until old age and death. But the world is like this, there is no simple good or evil that determines good or bad fate.
What he saw with his clairvoyance reappeared repeatedly in Chu Li's mind.
Although Hou Xianji is single and has no family, he does not live in the mountains and forests, but in a prosperous big city, where he spends his days drinking and drinking, living happily and enjoying the prosperity of the world.
Chu Li carefully searched what he saw, trying to see which city Hou Xianji would eventually live until his old age.
Hou Xianji has a rather conservative personality. Once he finds a place, he will not change easily. He is a person who does not want to make changes. He wishes his life could continue to be like yesterday, repeating it day by day without getting tired.
Once there is a change, he will feel uncomfortable and unaccustomed to it.
So Chu Li concluded that he had probably lived in the city where he died for a long time, and maybe there was already a nest there, called the Cunning Rabbit Three Cave.
He quickly drew more than a dozen pictures, and then appeared in the Zen monastery.
Dingzheng released two white-headed birds and saw him coming over with more than a dozen pieces of paper. He looked over curiously.
Chu Li spread more than a dozen plain papers on the stone table and pointed at them one by one: "Brother Dingding, does he know which city this is?"
He knew that this was a difficult task. This level of sky was extremely vast and there were countless bustling cities. It was impossible for anyone to know all the cities. He could only try his luck.
I opened it qualitatively and looked at it carefully, and finally shook my head and said: "I don't recognize it."
Chu Li looked disappointed and sighed: "It seems there's really nothing we can do about him!"
Apart from this city, Hou Xianji has nothing to do with anything else, no adventures, no relatives, and no enemies. He just lives an ordinary life in this city, dreaming of life, drunkenness, and leisure until old age.
"But my knowledge is not enough. Regarding my knowledge, I still have to go to Master Wenhua." He said with determination: "The Buddhism practiced by Master Wenhua emphasizes traveling in all realms. His breadth of knowledge is unparalleled."
"Then go quickly." Chu Li said hurriedly.
Dingding led him out of the Zen monastery, walked up, walked around the monastery, and came to a Zen monastery at the back. It was deep and quiet, in a forest, surrounded by lush greenery and fresh air.
Ding Ding knocked on the door gently and said slowly: "Master, my disciple Ding Ding and Ding Ru are asking for an opinion."
"Come in." A hoarse, dry voice sounded.
The two pushed the door into the Zen courtyard and saw a skinny old monk Heshi walking in the courtyard. His broad gray monk's robes were floating, and he was muttering Buddhist scriptures in his mouth. He chanted as he walked, with a unique rhythm that made people laugh.
I can't help but want to walk along with him.
The two stood quietly aside, not interrupting Wen Hua's walking and chanting.
Chu Li observed carefully.
Daci'en Temple has numerous methods of cultivation, but the method of walking and chanting sutras by the old monk Wen Hua is rare. It is obviously unique and wonderful. While walking, the blood energy and sound merge into one, vibrating the body, and the wonderful things are endless.
Although Wen Hua is skinny, his energy is stronger than that of a young man.
This method of practice is to achieve stillness while moving, which has higher requirements on the mind and requires special inheritance. It is impossible for outsiders to learn it, because while walking and chanting sutras, you also need to look inside.
"Master, we are looking for a place, and we would like to ask Master to help us take a look." Heshi said, presenting fifteen pieces of plain paper.
Wen Hua was skinny, with a fleshless face, and looked capable and upright. He took these plain papers, glanced at them, nodded lightly and said, "Well, this is Wildfire City, located in the far east, hundreds of thousands of miles away from here."
"Can we go directly?" asked Qingzheng hurriedly.
Wen Hua shook his head: "As far as the old monk knows, there are no ears and eyes in the temple over there. It is too far away and falls within the scope of Qitianmen. They are used to being overbearing and cannot tolerate the ears and eyes of other sects. We are so far apart and there is no need to communicate with Qitianmen.
match."
Look at Chu Li decisively.
Chu Li said in a deep voice: "I will go there myself."
"That will take a while." Dingding frowned and said, "Besides, there is no trace."
Chu Li shook his head: "I must get rid of this guy!"
There is no further persuasion in determining the nature of the matter.
Wen Hua said: "Who do you want to kill?"
"The Sky Monkey Demon Hou Xianji!" Chu Li said slowly.
The old monk Wen Hua frowned: "That's inappropriate."